Chapter 151

Sullivan

My footsteps beat a cadence on the material of the treadmill I’m running on. A bead of sweat drips from my forehead, rolling down my nose, dangling at the very tip. Shaking my head so it’ll fall off, I lift the back of my hand up to wipe at my mouth.

The heat is on in here today, because it’s the end of February, and it feels every bit as such outside. But my clothing choice makes it hot too. A pair of sweatpants with a shirt and a hoodie, the hood covering my head.

Glancing down, I groan. I’m only at mile number three; I need to go five.

Especially if I want to make a spot on the Laurel Springs SWAT team.

That’s been my goal since I came up here with my sister. The five-mile run is the first obstacle I have to overcome if I want to even be considered. So far, it’s kicked my ass.

“Nice pace.”

Ransom hops onto the treadmill beside me, warming up by walking briskly.

“Thanks, I’m trying to get it where it needs to be.”